Sequelling in France

This year I launched a book. Hooray! Most of After the World was actually written in 2015, so you’d think by now I’d have a follow up! You and many other people! I’ve been told it’s the best thing you can do to sell your book, write another one. I’d love to say I have the next one lined up and ready to go, but alas and alack, this is not the case.

There’s lots of reasons, of course, but they all have a common thread - time. So I am delighted to be off work for the next month, and finally getting time to sit down and write my next book. It’s been on my mind, and I have made lots of furtive scribbles in a very special notebook. As a affirmed pantser, these scribbles don’t take form until I get a run at it.

I’m away this week in a little French town all by myself, like some sort of proper writer (or the plot of Love Actually!), to get a proper start on my next book. I did my edits for After the World here too last year, so I think it has good vibes. I have also learned that the key to never feeling lonely while travelling by yourself, is to have something you’re avoiding doing. I’m interested to see how my work displacement activity will manifest itself this week. I hope to go for lots of walks by the sea, and eat cake! The suffering us writers go through for our art, unimaginable!